Keep it Light

dear diary

I don't think, I can ever be pretty.
I ate fifteen calories more than I should today, my mum says I have to go to the doctor because I never eat anything, I got a B minus in English … it seems like no matter what I do, it's wrong.

my mum just doesn't get why I don't like to eat their food. she doesn't see, that I can't be as ugly and fat as she is – she can't see, how pretty my bones are beginning to look, or how imperfect my body still is. no-one understands me.

I'm so disgusted by myself, but the starvation keeps me sane.

I have to buy some new sweaters to wear at the doctor's tomorrow, so he can't see how I'm getting closer to my ideal weight. 35 kg, here I come.

nighty night
your anna.